One would think that people in the large cubical farms at the Shitshow would at least have respect for their fellow inmates, trying to minimize the torture of being stuck in a pen that make circus animals jealous, but you’d be wrong.
Everyday it’s the same old thing; while I’m trying to work I have to put up with:
1) Someone using the speaker phone when dialing into a tele-conference
1) Someone using the speaker phone when dialing into a tele-conference
2) Someone on the phone cussing out their mom
3) People watching YouTube clips on their computers without using head phones
4) King Kong yelling at people
5) The stench of Queen Perfume as she walks by
6) Someone logging onto my computer and forgetting to log out
7) Someone trying to throw trash into someone else’s cube but missing and hitting mine
But I’m sure the Cubical Etiquette email sent out the department for the 6th time this year will make a difference tomorrow.
Because Jean Paul Sartre couldn’t even imagine the reality of the cubical farm and how there truly is No Exit, I throw rocks.
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